world order And nobody would've never got slaughtered that way That means so much more love and unity Daughters will be close to their mothers Sons will be raised by their fathers
only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One Bring many sons
same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and
scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin' at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and
was a father a father who left his sons too soon and made life a little harder two sons who found strength in his words? words and stories taught from
wonder "How can I father another man's son?" When the argument breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream I ain't his real dad Now I may not be your father
porch tellin her daughters "come in" Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?" Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10 They
, tired and feeble I represent single mums, all alone on their own Tying to put food in the mouths of her two sons And the fathers gone, there's no cash
proudest men forget their pride They cry in pain immense Praying to be spared But your god seems not to care Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons All are
spinnin'? I earned them And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now And fuck Jesse Jackson
when Louis was just sixteen And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons
the fathers aint living at least not with us might see em round the city and won't even say wassup when n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors and
'm on my -headin for the sky-im on my way Verse Two Yea paint a picture and show the deaf what its like to listen And speak the words and tell the blind
God! hear me as I am screaming out my rage Father! guide my hands through the battle fields My sons follow me now is the time to fight I'll show you
instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood and these days i know that god be so mad daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and
real artist Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's Under my wing like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun like Big Pun, Big L and Jason Ghostface
it real, tess my skills, '96, my third born Word born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow hobby I'm the father and the author, change my name